De Tours À Genève: From Tours to Geneva Part III

Le lendemain (the next day), we took a TGV train from Tours to Paris. The train guichets (distribution machines) don’t like working with American credit cards, so I usually have to pick my tickets up at the SNCF counter. There was a very upset gentleman trying to book a trip for next week in front of me, and I watched nervously as the clock ticked closer to our departure time. The customer service representative must have seen my panicked face because he called me to the front and processed my request in 3 minutes. It would’ve taken 1.5, but he had problems reading J’s perfectly legible American handwriting. At Aéroport Charles DeGaulle, our boarding passes and security check took 10 minutes. While they may be faster than their American counterparts, French security officers are just as unfriendly and kept shouting “Allez-y!” (Go on!). We ate delicious foccacias in an airport café, and then filled out a survey about the airport being distributed by a nice young man who spoke flawless English. Our flight was delayed by 30 minutes, but we just continued catching up and all was well. During the 50 minute AirFrance flight from Paris to Geneva, I took a nap, read my book, and enjoyed the complimentary coffee and snack package. Stay tuned for more tales about our arrival in the world’s leading center for human rights awareness.